Delicate Rose
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Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,559
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Delicate Rose
Delicate Rose
Chapter One: Beauty
Skirts swished gracefully on the cold, hard dance floor as they circled their counterparts. No one could not help but notice all the smiles that lit up the ballroom. The full moon’s silver rays ran right through the windows to grace the floor. It was the perfect night to have a ball.
The whole city of Sundry showed for the ball, most of them there to catch a glimpse of the main attraction. The balls of the city were held mostly for the honor of one person; a person who captured everyone’s attention with one swift movement, one twitch of the eye.
Horns sounded, ending the dance. Everyone turned from their dance partners towards entrance of the room. There, on the top of the stairs, was a woman dressed in a midnight blue gown. She looked out into the room. A faint smile graced her lips, and just as quickly disappeared as she started her way down the stairs and through the crowd.
All the men, and the women, watched entrancingly at her as she walked towards the end of the room. The moon hitting her white, delicate skin and golden hair accented her beauty. Her head was bowed as she moved through them, only to come up one time and look at a man standing on the front row. Her eyes trapped the man’s attention, creating a smile on his face. She quickly averted her eyes back down to the ground and continued her parade towards the front.
Once she reached her destination, she quickly slipped down onto her knees. “Good evening, Your Grace.”
A tiny lady dressed in glamorous satin decorated with jewels arose from her seat on the top of the stage. She slowly proceeded towards the young woman and reached down, capturing her chin and raising her head. “Good evening, my child,” she replied, a touch of a mother’s gentleness in her voice. “I’m so delighted to have you here tonight. As well as you all,” she spoke to the ballroom. “It’s a pleasure to have you all here. Now, let’s continue with the dance!”
She assisted the young woman up off the ground and led her to a seat next to hers. The woman took the back of her dress and pulled it forwards as she sat gracefully down into her seat. She yet again looked out onto the dance floor, watching all the graceful movements of the quests. ‘Those poor bastards,’ she thought to herself, not a hint of feeling in her heart.
The Queen leaned over towards the young woman, placing her head in her hands and her elbow onto the arm rest. “I’m happy to see you are well tonight, Charlotte,” the queen whispered to her. Charlotte just nodded in reply. She wanted to get this night over with.
Noticing Charlotte’s daze, the Queen asked, “I do hope everything is alright. I want you in top condition for tonight.”
Charlotte glanced coldly at the Queen. “Don’t fret, my Grace. I’m ready to do your bidding,” she replied emotionless, bowing her head slightly.
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Clothed in a black cape and knickers, he hid himself in the mass crowd to watch the young woman float towards the stage. Her movements were mesmerizing, but they didn’t fool him. He knew exactly who she was, but what was she doing here among these people? Men’s eyes popped out of their sockets as the women raised their nose higher into the air, not appreciating the woman capturing their escort’s attentions. His attention returned to the young lady as she glanced quickly at one of the men in the front row. What was she up to?
“Lucky bastard,” the man standing next to him spat.
“Excuse me,” the man in black asked.
“One of these days I’ll get picked.”
“Picked for what?” he asked confusingly.
The man looked at him surprised that he even had to ask. “You must not be from around here.”
“Why would you think that?”
“If you were then you wouldn’t have to ask,” he pointed out.
“So this is an annual gathering?”
“Pretty much. It’s held once every week, or whenever the young lady is feeling up to it.” He sighed. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, she is,” he agreed coldly. “But you haven’t explained to me what just happened.”
“Every ball when she enters the room and walks towards the stage, she bows her head and only raises it once to look at the man of her choosing. If you’re that lucky man, you’ll be allowed inside her chamber,” the man explained.
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Charlotte let out a faint yawn. These balls were so boring to her. She never liked being locked inside when it was such a beautiful night. She shifted nervously in her seat. The Queen looked over at her with a questioning look. Charlotte replied to her look with a look of her own; a look of pure boredom.
“Would it be alright if I took a walk outside this evening?” Charlotte asked.
The Queen hesitated in her reply, but answered, “I suppose so, as long as you don’t run off too far from the castle.” Charlotte arose from her seat, bowed to the Queen, and walked towards the side wall of the ballroom.
While walking towards the door leading to the garden, Charlotte could feel the eyes of men roaming her body. She shuddered at the invasion. The quicker she was out of there, the better. A guard stepped in front of her, blocking her from the door. “At ease, Bart,” she commanded, but the guard didn’t seem to listen.
“I can’t allow you to go out without the Queen’s consent,” he replied mechanically.
Charlotte let out an annoyed sigh as she turned around towards the Queen. She sat there, bathing in the torture she was causing Charlotte. She narrowed her eyes at the Queen. The Queen waved her hand to signal that it was okay for her to go out. Charlotte turned around and gave the guard an I-told-you-so look. The guard stepped away from the door allowing Charlotte to take her leave.
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The crisp night air felt so relieving on her flesh. She closed her eyes and breathed in the freshness. She quickly let it out and looked up into the star-streaked night sky. So this was how it felt to be free. If only it could be this way forever, but as long as she was indebted to the Queen, that dream could never come to pass.
She made her way from the door into the garden. Her hand graced the tops of the bushes as she made her way along. Pinks, yellow, blues, purples, and reds sprang out of the Earth to meet her. She could see every little detail, every little crease of the blooms. She saw the green leaves that wrapped themselves protectively around the blossoms and the stems that held the whole plant together. She felt so at peace, away from the reality of the world, with these plants she called her friends. Only they knew what she went through. Only they knew her deepest desires. Only they knew the pain in her heart.
“Why hello there,” she greeted a giant rose bush. “I see you’re doing well tonight. No wilts. No nothing.” She reached out to it and cupped her hand around a single bloom. “Oh, is this for me?” she asked jokingly. She pinched the bloom from its stem and brought it to her nose. She sniffed the flower slowly, taking in every scent of the petals and pollen. She then took the bloom and placed it behind her ear in her hair.
“Hello, Charlotte,” a stern voice called out from behind her.
A smile graced her lips as she looked behind her shoulder. “I thought there was someone else out here,” she replied coyly. “The party is in there, mister.” She pointed towards the castle and turned her head back to her rose bush.
“So you’re the one all the men talk about around here,” he stated.
“Yeah, that’s me.” She turned completely around to face the stranger. Her eyes glowed supernaturally in the moon light. “So what’s your name?” she asked without a care.
“How rude of me not to introduce myself, my name is James,” he introduced with a slight bow.
“So what are you out here for…James?” she spoke vehemently.
“I’m here to rid this town of your presence.” He spoke calmly, as if it was just a friendly reply.
“Ah, I see,” she spoke with the same tone. “And how do you plan to do that?” she asked, moving closer to him.
He stood his ground. “By running this cross through your chest.”
He reached inside his cloak and brought out a golden crucifix. She eyed it carefully and then burst out laughing. His face turned to stone. What was so funny? She walked closer to him, not stopping till they could feel each other’s breath.
She reached out her hand and grabbed the cross. “I don’t think that’s going to work,” she said playfully. She broke the cross in two and threw it off to the side.
“I’m sorry I can’t be of any service to you.” She reached up into her hair and took out the rose blossom. “Please take this as my sincere apology,” she smiled mischievously.
She placed the blossom in his hands and closed his fingers around the blossom. The coldness of her touch sent shivers up and down his spine. She noticed his reaction to her touch and smiled.
“Have a good night, James,” she waved to him as she passed and went back to the ballroom.
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He stood in the garden for a few moments. His thoughts were so full of fury that he couldn’t move. She had just made him look like a fool with a girlish smile on her face. Once his mind calmed itself, he looked down at his fist. He opened it and stared at the blossom she had given him.
It was so delicate. Any amount of force would shatter it to pieces. While he thought of this, he thought of her. She was just as beautiful as a rose bush, full of vibrant color. However, no matter how soft and inviting a rose bush looked, one touch of its hidden thorns would puncture the skin and make it bleed.
He crushed the bloom with his fist. He would destroy her, no matter what it took, even if it meant his own life.
Chapter One: Beauty
Skirts swished gracefully on the cold, hard dance floor as they circled their counterparts. No one could not help but notice all the smiles that lit up the ballroom. The full moon’s silver rays ran right through the windows to grace the floor. It was the perfect night to have a ball.
The whole city of Sundry showed for the ball, most of them there to catch a glimpse of the main attraction. The balls of the city were held mostly for the honor of one person; a person who captured everyone’s attention with one swift movement, one twitch of the eye.
Horns sounded, ending the dance. Everyone turned from their dance partners towards entrance of the room. There, on the top of the stairs, was a woman dressed in a midnight blue gown. She looked out into the room. A faint smile graced her lips, and just as quickly disappeared as she started her way down the stairs and through the crowd.
All the men, and the women, watched entrancingly at her as she walked towards the end of the room. The moon hitting her white, delicate skin and golden hair accented her beauty. Her head was bowed as she moved through them, only to come up one time and look at a man standing on the front row. Her eyes trapped the man’s attention, creating a smile on his face. She quickly averted her eyes back down to the ground and continued her parade towards the front.
Once she reached her destination, she quickly slipped down onto her knees. “Good evening, Your Grace.”
A tiny lady dressed in glamorous satin decorated with jewels arose from her seat on the top of the stage. She slowly proceeded towards the young woman and reached down, capturing her chin and raising her head. “Good evening, my child,” she replied, a touch of a mother’s gentleness in her voice. “I’m so delighted to have you here tonight. As well as you all,” she spoke to the ballroom. “It’s a pleasure to have you all here. Now, let’s continue with the dance!”
She assisted the young woman up off the ground and led her to a seat next to hers. The woman took the back of her dress and pulled it forwards as she sat gracefully down into her seat. She yet again looked out onto the dance floor, watching all the graceful movements of the quests. ‘Those poor bastards,’ she thought to herself, not a hint of feeling in her heart.
The Queen leaned over towards the young woman, placing her head in her hands and her elbow onto the arm rest. “I’m happy to see you are well tonight, Charlotte,” the queen whispered to her. Charlotte just nodded in reply. She wanted to get this night over with.
Noticing Charlotte’s daze, the Queen asked, “I do hope everything is alright. I want you in top condition for tonight.”
Charlotte glanced coldly at the Queen. “Don’t fret, my Grace. I’m ready to do your bidding,” she replied emotionless, bowing her head slightly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Clothed in a black cape and knickers, he hid himself in the mass crowd to watch the young woman float towards the stage. Her movements were mesmerizing, but they didn’t fool him. He knew exactly who she was, but what was she doing here among these people? Men’s eyes popped out of their sockets as the women raised their nose higher into the air, not appreciating the woman capturing their escort’s attentions. His attention returned to the young lady as she glanced quickly at one of the men in the front row. What was she up to?
“Lucky bastard,” the man standing next to him spat.
“Excuse me,” the man in black asked.
“One of these days I’ll get picked.”
“Picked for what?” he asked confusingly.
The man looked at him surprised that he even had to ask. “You must not be from around here.”
“Why would you think that?”
“If you were then you wouldn’t have to ask,” he pointed out.
“So this is an annual gathering?”
“Pretty much. It’s held once every week, or whenever the young lady is feeling up to it.” He sighed. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, she is,” he agreed coldly. “But you haven’t explained to me what just happened.”
“Every ball when she enters the room and walks towards the stage, she bows her head and only raises it once to look at the man of her choosing. If you’re that lucky man, you’ll be allowed inside her chamber,” the man explained.
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Charlotte let out a faint yawn. These balls were so boring to her. She never liked being locked inside when it was such a beautiful night. She shifted nervously in her seat. The Queen looked over at her with a questioning look. Charlotte replied to her look with a look of her own; a look of pure boredom.
“Would it be alright if I took a walk outside this evening?” Charlotte asked.
The Queen hesitated in her reply, but answered, “I suppose so, as long as you don’t run off too far from the castle.” Charlotte arose from her seat, bowed to the Queen, and walked towards the side wall of the ballroom.
While walking towards the door leading to the garden, Charlotte could feel the eyes of men roaming her body. She shuddered at the invasion. The quicker she was out of there, the better. A guard stepped in front of her, blocking her from the door. “At ease, Bart,” she commanded, but the guard didn’t seem to listen.
“I can’t allow you to go out without the Queen’s consent,” he replied mechanically.
Charlotte let out an annoyed sigh as she turned around towards the Queen. She sat there, bathing in the torture she was causing Charlotte. She narrowed her eyes at the Queen. The Queen waved her hand to signal that it was okay for her to go out. Charlotte turned around and gave the guard an I-told-you-so look. The guard stepped away from the door allowing Charlotte to take her leave.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crisp night air felt so relieving on her flesh. She closed her eyes and breathed in the freshness. She quickly let it out and looked up into the star-streaked night sky. So this was how it felt to be free. If only it could be this way forever, but as long as she was indebted to the Queen, that dream could never come to pass.
She made her way from the door into the garden. Her hand graced the tops of the bushes as she made her way along. Pinks, yellow, blues, purples, and reds sprang out of the Earth to meet her. She could see every little detail, every little crease of the blooms. She saw the green leaves that wrapped themselves protectively around the blossoms and the stems that held the whole plant together. She felt so at peace, away from the reality of the world, with these plants she called her friends. Only they knew what she went through. Only they knew her deepest desires. Only they knew the pain in her heart.
“Why hello there,” she greeted a giant rose bush. “I see you’re doing well tonight. No wilts. No nothing.” She reached out to it and cupped her hand around a single bloom. “Oh, is this for me?” she asked jokingly. She pinched the bloom from its stem and brought it to her nose. She sniffed the flower slowly, taking in every scent of the petals and pollen. She then took the bloom and placed it behind her ear in her hair.
“Hello, Charlotte,” a stern voice called out from behind her.
A smile graced her lips as she looked behind her shoulder. “I thought there was someone else out here,” she replied coyly. “The party is in there, mister.” She pointed towards the castle and turned her head back to her rose bush.
“So you’re the one all the men talk about around here,” he stated.
“Yeah, that’s me.” She turned completely around to face the stranger. Her eyes glowed supernaturally in the moon light. “So what’s your name?” she asked without a care.
“How rude of me not to introduce myself, my name is James,” he introduced with a slight bow.
“So what are you out here for…James?” she spoke vehemently.
“I’m here to rid this town of your presence.” He spoke calmly, as if it was just a friendly reply.
“Ah, I see,” she spoke with the same tone. “And how do you plan to do that?” she asked, moving closer to him.
He stood his ground. “By running this cross through your chest.”
He reached inside his cloak and brought out a golden crucifix. She eyed it carefully and then burst out laughing. His face turned to stone. What was so funny? She walked closer to him, not stopping till they could feel each other’s breath.
She reached out her hand and grabbed the cross. “I don’t think that’s going to work,” she said playfully. She broke the cross in two and threw it off to the side.
“I’m sorry I can’t be of any service to you.” She reached up into her hair and took out the rose blossom. “Please take this as my sincere apology,” she smiled mischievously.
She placed the blossom in his hands and closed his fingers around the blossom. The coldness of her touch sent shivers up and down his spine. She noticed his reaction to her touch and smiled.
“Have a good night, James,” she waved to him as she passed and went back to the ballroom.
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He stood in the garden for a few moments. His thoughts were so full of fury that he couldn’t move. She had just made him look like a fool with a girlish smile on her face. Once his mind calmed itself, he looked down at his fist. He opened it and stared at the blossom she had given him.
It was so delicate. Any amount of force would shatter it to pieces. While he thought of this, he thought of her. She was just as beautiful as a rose bush, full of vibrant color. However, no matter how soft and inviting a rose bush looked, one touch of its hidden thorns would puncture the skin and make it bleed.
He crushed the bloom with his fist. He would destroy her, no matter what it took, even if it meant his own life.